Traveler's blog, stardate 9213.6 So it's been a little while since I updated, but that's been due to the hectic pace of things since my last post. On this post I'll be tidying up a few little notes about NY and then I'll be getting to the first part of London and Paris on my next entry. One of the most important things to realise about NY is this: Times Square is on the west side. Broadway is on the west side. Everything cool or important is on the west side. I...

On to another blog! This time it's Paris! An amazing invention greeted us as soon as we hit Paris; the foot-flush toilet. No button on the top, just a pedal at the bottom to flush. What a brilliant idea! Next was the bus ride to the hostel . This consisted of us sitting there while a fat, bald man in the back of the bus loudly complained about how much he hated the USA in French. Getting off the bus we moved to the hostel. At this point I should mention that I...

Captain's Blog, stardate… uh…. So I've arrived in London and have made it through security. The first thing I've noticed is that the train I've got to take is on the line that goes to Cockfosters. It says something about my maturity that I giggled every time the automated voice mentioned that name over the loudspeaker. The trains in London are tiny. And I mean tiny. They're roughly about half the size of Melbourne trains (both length and width), they have ...

Some notes from the plane trip: I thought it humorous that when entering the USA I had to answer questions like "Have you ever been involved in genocide?" or "Are you a Nazi sympathizer?". The questions entering Britain had them beat totally however. Let me recount the conversation I had with the security guy as he looked at my passport (keep in mind I had not filled in my place of residence in England as I didn't know where exactly I'd be st...

Time for blog update 3! So today startd off interesting to say the least. I managed to get in touch with Esther's husband to organise dropping off the massive pile of contraband I was carrying (Kingston Biscuits and Morning Sun Meusli). It basically involved me getting to the station and asking a woman in a booth what train I should be taking. The strange part is that this woman was massive. And I mean massive. I have no idea how she actually got into the booth ...